burnbright

waiting. waiting. waiting. ML is supposed to pick me up for 80s night. way to be 20 minutes away instead of 10, though. so now i'm waiting.

anxiously.
waiting.

work has been boring as all fuck. a manager from another store called and pranked my part-timer tonight, though. he was talking about panties and kept asking her what kind she was wearing. too bad she wasn't game for calling him back and pretending to threaten sexual harassment.

you know, i keep putting a time limit on things and saying, "tonight is the night that X will be figured out." but it never is because it keeps just piling up and whatever. so i'm going to try and stop saying it... i'm going to try and stop expecting things. expectations are the killer. if i could just stop expecting stuff, everything would be way better.

and i think ML's gonna be here soon...


P.S. i added some peeeeectures. go look at them. too bad i don't have a digital. most of them are old and don't show off my septum. oh, how i love the septum.